You Frustrating Girl...

Yes, I read your blog.

Yes, I know that you are home from the holiday vacation.

Yes, I know that other guys are chasing after you.

Why should I even bother?

It was a very special night, we had together once. We both were very smart about being honest with each other and yes, the physical intimacy was nice. But not nice enough to warrant further interest from you?

Why no phone calls?
Why no emails?
Why is it that the last email that I got from you was a Mass Holiday Email?
Why didn't you even bother to respond to my last email to you? You know, the one where I reminded you that "you need not waste New Years Eve, commiserating with a girlfriend over the boys that you want, but can't have, when there are perfectly good gentlemen available that would have you and would want to spend the evening with you."

The lack of response to that, was as definitive as a slammed door in the face.

You use the word "crazy" to excuse your behavior. "Watch out," you say "I'm crazy. I am going to do crazy things." This was your mantra that you repeated to me, between kisses.

I don't think you're crazy.

I think you're young. And a little selfish and a little careless. I think you want attention, and plenty of it, but you expect to passively sit back and have it given to you. I think you crave stability and a strong male figure in your life. But that you are wasting time, pining for the love affair that has ended and missing the opportunity to start a new one with someone else.

We've been here before.
I express interest. You reciprocate and we seem to be hitting things off. But then, suddenly, your interest is gone. I am left standing here, wondering what happened. Only THIS time, I'm not chasing after you, trying to re-establish contact.

Dally with your other suitors if you want.
Or contact me and take some of my time and attention, if you want.

For my part, I'll not be wasting my time anymore, chasing after someone who doesn't want to be caught. I'm going to try to forget how lovely you are and how much I enjoyed spending time with you, when you could be bothered to be with me.

Your move, white. Black has moved a pawn backwards.

COB out...